Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.